Then again, maybe we are given the right to life when we can fend for ourselves. Yet this has terrible ramifications for the nursing infants who would perish without constant care. Furthermore, even fully-grown adults cannot survive independently, if we consider that our continued existence depends on the resources around us.
The question of when we are human is one that is too often sidestepped in this political, moral, and religious debate. It is – perhaps – the most fundamental ground to lay, given that on average 3,315 unborn children are aborted every day in the United States.
I continued around the display and came to the third and final panel. The cold air helped me keep my food in my stomach when I saw it. This one also contained an enormous image of an embryo. I could see its toes and skull and the red tissue surrounding it, only this was not a still picture of a developing fetus.
This embryo lay mangled in a white plastic tray. It had likely been vacuumed out by a suction curette during a common abortive procedure called suction aspiration. The embryo had been sucked through a hollow, knife-edged tube, and its parts had been crudely reassembled for documentation. A dime-sized intestinal track rested below the now empty, twisted ribcage. The nine-week-old fetus stared at me like the dead face of Emmet Till stared at America from the cover of Jet magazine on the eve of the Civil Rights Movement.
I hoped that I was living in such an eve, and that this towering display, while so minuscule in size compared with the nation around it, would serve to impact those who saw it.
I was sickened by those photographs, but I think it was worth it. After all, one of the causes of our country plunging into World War II was Americans becoming aware of the true brutality of the Holocaust.
I buttoned my jacket and turned south toward the dormitories. People would be coming any time now. I was ready to have some good discussions, hopefully learn from others and invest in them, and help save some lives.